I’m going to be doing a lot of catching up today!
The silver string of freeing grace,
Put round the chosen’s thinning waist,
Pulled gently towards God’s kind face,
Who shan’t cast out his chosen race.
His hands gently came down to me,
Resting upon my feeble frame,
Turned me from the destructive sea,
Pointed me to the living stream.
Freedom reigns by that stream of life,
By which Christ himself leads his flock,
With his crook we are saved from strife,
Despond, despair, then placed on Rock.
The safe Rock on which we now stand,
Is irresistible once seen,
By wide eyes that have been opened,
We see leaving Him as obscene.